Cigarettes
I'm smoking cigarettes to paint my lungs as black as what's inside me
I'm so lost. So fucking lost that government tracking couldn't find me
Felt like dying today
Felt like it yesterday, too
I pray I don't find me a way
All I see are shades of blue
I need some pink
I need some red
I need some orange in between
I need to dump what's in my mind
Don't have the storage or the means
I think I lost it
I think I lost it
Brain is broke
That's my favorite joke
Found my chain to smoke
I lost focus, and for what?
Watched the lotus turn to dust
When we was something, we was something else
And now I'm just a polaroid
Did it to myself, I'm sorry
Touched the sun to melt my body
Talked to God and felt ungodly
Echoes through my field at night
Wonder how you feel at night
I reached for space to feel the light
I'm sorry
Count your scales, I found my balance in an astral body
Breaths from passing zombies
Out of step and out of body
Had dreams of flashing lights inside my lens from paparazzi
Woke up to yesterday, and every day's a carbon copy
I think I lost my mind, I swear I'm out my manicotti
Forever damned to watch me fuck it up
What, what, what, what
I'm ten-toes down, standing tall til I falter
I put my guard up, I let you into my Gibraltar
I blew my momma up and I was crying when I called her
I found my black lagoon and dropped the chlorine in the water
In the water
What, what
In the water, water, water, water
Cause, uhh
I'm smoking cigarettes to paint my lungs as black as what's inside me
I'm so lost. So fucking lost that government tracking couldn't find me
Felt like dying today
Felt like it yesterday, too
I pray I don't find me a way
All I see are shades of blue
I need some pink
I need some red
I need some orange in between
I need to dump what's in my mind
Don't have the storage or the means
I think I lost it
I think I lost it
I'm so lost. So fucking lost that government tracking couldn't find me
Felt like dying today
Felt like it yesterday, too
I pray I don't find me a way
All I see are shades of blue
I need some pink
I need some red
I need some orange in between
I need to dump what's in my mind
Don't have the storage or the means
I think I lost it
I think I lost it
Brain is broke
That's my favorite joke
Found my chain to smoke
I lost focus, and for what?
Watched the lotus turn to dust
When we was something, we was something else
And now I'm just a polaroid
Did it to myself, I'm sorry
Touched the sun to melt my body
Talked to God and felt ungodly
Echoes through my field at night
Wonder how you feel at night
I reached for space to feel the light
I'm sorry
Count your scales, I found my balance in an astral body
Breaths from passing zombies
Out of step and out of body
Had dreams of flashing lights inside my lens from paparazzi
Woke up to yesterday, and every day's a carbon copy
I think I lost my mind, I swear I'm out my manicotti
Forever damned to watch me fuck it up
What, what, what, what
I'm ten-toes down, standing tall til I falter
I put my guard up, I let you into my Gibraltar
I blew my momma up and I was crying when I called her
I found my black lagoon and dropped the chlorine in the water
In the water
What, what
In the water, water, water, water
Cause, uhh
I'm smoking cigarettes to paint my lungs as black as what's inside me
I'm so lost. So fucking lost that government tracking couldn't find me
Felt like dying today
Felt like it yesterday, too
I pray I don't find me a way
All I see are shades of blue
I need some pink
I need some red
I need some orange in between
I need to dump what's in my mind
Don't have the storage or the means
I think I lost it
I think I lost it
Credits
Writer(s): Dennis Billy Nettles
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